I was blissfully unaware of how small press books were distributed, so I can't claim to contextualize this in any way, but it sounds fairly alarming 😬 :
https://lithub.com/the-small-press-world-is-about-to-fall-apart-on-the-collapse-...
I was blissfully unaware of how small press books were distributed, so I can't claim to contextualize this in any way, but it sounds fairly alarming 😬 :
https://lithub.com/the-small-press-world-is-about-to-fall-apart-on-the-collapse-...
Many of the poems felt personal to the point of exclusion; I struggled to connect with them. Still, there were some gems. If ever I have a Writer‘s Corner, the following will be on the wall:
“All things written feel a little terrified at first,
...
but making anything you have explored time,
and exploring time you have created the world,
even if it is only a little cairn of broken bricks
at the end of the rainbow.”
For these words, I‘m grateful.
I wanted to kick off the rededication of my mornings to poetry with something unassuming & undemanding; I thought white-out poetry/found poetry would do the job nicely. It did…too well, in fact. 😅 I was more ready for more words more quickly than I imagined. While a few of these caught me (p.8, 18, 22, 33), most felt like more like thin gibberish & happenstance rather than careful craft. Still, I imagine creating them was a simple pleasure.
This is why I love buying books directly from independent publishers. I knew the book was coming signed, but the personalized touch was extra nice! I was introduced to Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing through my Night Worms subscription. I really enjoyed We Need To Do Something, so I‘m excited to read another book from this author. This one is described as Stranger Things meets The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, which sounds amazing!
I enjoyed the poems written by Mary Fluefle. This was my first poetry book by her. I‘m adding her others to my TBR List.
I was a little skeptical of this one when I first read the description, but I‘m so glad I tried it! The author was very selective in which words she left visible in the tiny 19th century book. What‘s left is a spare and haunting poem. What you see here is one page of it. I loved this book so much I ordered one to keep!
While I found the cover (by Kenyan artist Wangechi Mutu) off-putting, it does match the confrontational & intellectual nature of these poems. I often felt a bit lost, yet loved many individual lines & imagery. The content explores multiple aspects of Jamaican womanhood, linking each section to quotes from Shakespeare‘s The Tempest. It‘s a #poetry collection that releases more meaning upon each reading.